Our good times will never end
that's because our good times were never here to begin
only such a hopeless thing could make me feel this way
pleasure turns into pain
changing with the weather like sunshine turning into rain
or be dried up and forgotten like flowers sent in vain
this is my last song for you
but just like the first one
it won't get through to you
and even though I wasn't meant for you
I'll sing it once again
my last song for you
fortune cycle begins
changing up it's players with one great merciless spin
the only thing is this time we're not too sure who wins
moving on forward again
rise up from the ashes to somehow manage a grin
burning through another one, this world is just a whim
this is my last song for you
but just like the first one, it won't get through to you
and even though I wasn't ment for you
I'll sing it once again, my last song for you
so i'll sweep up the ashes from the floor
of your letters I burned the night before
and throw them up in the air, and watch them as they fall
the death and the birth of something small
words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 1996 Sunny Smedley Music